ED NOTE: Santa Byrnes has started us off on this Holiday Round Robin. Please read her post AND Read ALL the comments for new twists to the story. THEN add your twist to the story. Let's keep it going! ---mcf
Brenda stared blankly ahead, her forehead pressed against the cool glass of the bay window in her office.
“Is that what you’ve come up with for the event banner?” Sammi, Brenda’s assistant stared, hands on her hips, at the taped together banner above the arch of Brenda’s office.
The Great Council Would Like to Wish All Inhabitants of Sanctuary Ridge a Very Happy Post-Apocalyptic Holiday To All
“Do you think it’s too much?”
“Too much for a post–apocalyptic world? No, not at all. Too much for the Chamber of Commerce WinterFest? Ah, YAY!”
“I am drawing a blank here, Sam. It’s the same every single year. Same ol’ cardboard food. Same ol’ speeches a snooze alarm couldn’t rouse.” Brenda groused slumping back into her chair. “There’s got to be something we could shake up the event with. Attract more people. Really raise some serious money for the town.”
“We should have an auction. You know, like that show on public television, “One Man’s Junk/Another’s Treasure”. Folks can bring in stuff they find around the house and have their neighbors bid on them.”
“I don’t know. What else can we do?”
‘…Glory days. Glory dayyysss.’
“Tom, quit making that racket!”, Sam teased.
“Racket? I’ll have you know I was the champion of Battle of the Bands.”
Brenda stiffened in her seat.
Tom. As if this day couldn’t get any worse, she always seemed to have the president of the Chamber breathing down her neck –and never anyone else’s - about one thing or another. He’d have a field day if he learned she was having such a tough time getting this particular event together.
She sprang up to tear down her faux banner and ran head on into six foot four inches of vexed male.
“Um, what the hell have you been doing?”